FINAL CHAPTER/EPILOGUE

FIVE YEARS LATER

Right in front of a lengthy portrait of a wedded couple that had their best smiles on their faces, there stood an almost old man— gazing at the beautiful married couple with tears running down his face.

The tears were a mix of boundless joy and grievance. And this especially happens whenever he watches the big picture like he was doing at the moment.

“Oh, there you are,” a soft smiling feminine voice drifted to the man and followed by footsteps fast approaching.

He already knew who the person was even without turning around.

“Beautiful couple, huh?” the woman sidled up to him, her eyes overly bright when staring at the picture too.

“I still can't forgive myself, Jessica,” he suddenly let out, breaking the brief silence that took place and turning his head to peek at the stunning woman beside him.

“Whenever I look at Daniella’s wedding picture, Jessica, I feel like I don't deserve to be forgiven for my outrageous crime in the first place and I should have died alo